Saturday 9th – Parties All Around

On Saturday, I worked a 13½ hour day. To be honest, this seems like madness, but the cash will be well appreciated. I think that by the end of the week I will have worked a 45+ hour week, which when you consider that business is starting to die down (and that all the Americans are still here) is an impressive amount of hours.
I started at 8am yesterday (as ever), and didn’t leave until 11pm. I had an hour and a half break in the middle, but except for that I was on my feet all day.
At lunch time, I bartended for a bridal shower party, which involved making vodka-laced cocktails for pretty ladies who were all dressed up in the hope of out-doing each other. In the evening I bartended for a birthday party for one of the members (who must have been about 80 or 90, judging by the amount of grandchildren that were with him) which involved making rum-laced cocktails for fat Americans who were all dressed in matching blazers and slacks.
In the evening, I had to miss a party that most of the staff were going to because I was too tired to go out, and because I had another 8am start coming up the next day. It didn’t sound that good anyway.
Despite all my whinging though (which is pretty much entirely what this entry is made up of), I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, in the form of the staff party which is on Monday night. It’s an all-expenses paid meal and drinkathon at a fancy aquariam type place on Long Island. I’ve bought clothes especially for it, I’m taking a model with me as my date, and I’m starving hungry. So it should be a good night!